LADY GODIVA: The Naked Truth

It's just tragic we lost our magic over a little hat-trick  and a gun. It's not Zak or Patrick   that lights my matchstick or makes me bolt and run I think about you so far from you and I want to be in The Sun. Now, this other guy, he and I play 'I Spy' and my ex is staying up past 4:00 AM  because he thinks he's Ricky Bobby but I've been besieged by your Lucky Charms Before Reno, before KENO  I spun that fortuitous wheel  only your lips & hips caress & kiss could ever seal this deal. But I think I know  what it is you feel.  

Mrs. James Bond,      I don't know why           but I don't expect you to talk I expect you to die. For you've already survived a thousand micro-suicides.     Cronus is not on your side,      you cannot cross            this Bridge of Sighs,      you're affiliated with The Lord of Flies       more than caffeinated with all that lies beneath your cross moon.  Standing underneath your bedroom window they've watched the glow go right out from your eyes it's distinctly extinguished anguish now occupies; psychosis, leaks from the sides. All your ride or die bitches go on their own rides, leaving you behind with your ever growing paranoia even the stars will soon disown ya, 'cause you can't prioritize and you can't mature and every thing you say has the substance of manure but the worst thing ...